Betty's POV. 

Alpha Damien’s voice was low and heavy, carrying a weight I could feel in my chest. 

“She is the witch who cursed me a hundred years ago,” he said, each word deliberate. “She bound me with this punishment… immortality and emotions that make me weak every day. And she… she finds the right one to lift the curse for me.”

I blinked, trying to process what he was saying. My heart skipped, then thudded painfully against my ribs. Immortality… a curse… and somehow, ...